Chapter 29: Results
Han stepped into the bathroom, where Hanna was undergoing Dragonification. His favorite maid had survived the process, and he was genuinely proud. He felt a flicker of relief, though his Dragon’s Pride wouldn’t let him show it.
He wondered how far Hanna had evolved and whether his Dragonification Spell had truly achieved a miracle. Inside the coffin, an arm tore through the scales. White, smooth, slender—no one would ever think this arm belonged to an older maid.
She must have gained the Dragons’ longer lifespan, and it had already reshaped her body.
With a series of sharp snaps, Hanna kept breaking off the scales. Soon, part of her upper body was exposed, and a milky, round breast with a red nipple spilled free, wreathed in cold mist. At the sight, the other maids’ eyes twinkled, and excitement surged.
Hanna slid her hand over her shoulder and up to her neck, slowly breaking the shell until she could finally catch her breath. No one interrupted. They let her take her time. She was impatient, though. Soon she tore through the scales on her upper body and half her face. She sat up and peeled away from the coffin’s embrace and looked to Han. The sight tugged at him like gravity, pride crowding his chest.
Just one glance told him she’d regained her youth. Her hair had regained its golden color and was now tipped in black. Her skin was smooth, and her lips red and plump. Two full, round breasts jutted. Maturity, intelligence, and experience shone in her golden eyes. The line of her chin made her expression even more defined. A single horn protruded from her hair, and one wing stretched from her back.
From head to toe, she was drenched in the same black, sticky liquid that had covered him after his evolution. None of it diminished her appearance.
Seeing Han gave her strength. Hanna kicked the coffin from within and tore through the rest of her confinement with brute force. She slipped out of the coffin and stepped onto the bathroom tiles, leaving wet prints. A thick tail swayed behind her as she approached Han.
Hanna knelt, solemn. "I offer my deepest gratitude to Young Master Han for bestowing me with a second youth and profound dragon strength. I, Hanna, swear an oath of unwavering obedience and devotion to Young Master Han. Be it maid, pet, toy, or weapon, I will be whoever you desire me to be."
Han could tell she meant every word. The tattoo of the Obsidian Cauldron throbbed on her skin and, without his command, started pulling in mana and essence for him to harvest. He hadn’t felt that from Xena or Bellatrix, and it made sense.
This kind of loyalty was new to Han. He grew excited at the prospect of shaping this devotion.
I just tasted a little of her loyalty, and I already want to use her. That’s way too addictive.
"I want everything you own, Hanna. And so I own all of you. Raise your face," Han said.
Hanna looked up at him, eyes shining with obedience. Control settled over him like a warm cloak. Mine. It wasn’t just the Dragon Bloodline binding her. Even her soul wanted to serve Han to the very end. Second chances like this were rare, comparable to miracles. Yet a mere maid with no mana had been given this chance.
Happiness, excitement, and confidence surged in Hanna. She felt reborn. A tremor flickered through her smile that she couldn’t quite hide.
"You’re officially in charge of my maids from now on. Everything goes through you before reaching me," Han said.
Hanna’s lips curved into a soft smile as she nodded. "As you desire, Young Master Han. I will uphold this role and never disappoint you. Thank you."
"Well done getting through this. I will speak with you later about the Dragonification Spell and how it felt from your side. For now, wash up and get dressed. The other maids will fill you in on the situation," Han said, turning and leaving the bathroom.
A maid waited for him outside.
"Young Master Han, may I ask about Hanna?" she said.
Han smiled. "She’s so breedable."
The maid smiled and nodded, following him in great spirits.
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"Hanna! You look so much like your younger self, yet so different!"
"It’s the eyes and the chin—and even her nose!"
"She doesn’t look as naive as she did in her prime!"
Other maids circled Hanna, admiring the results of her evolution. Their friend had returned to her prime and had gained sharper, sexier looks than before. It went without saying that maids had to be both beautiful and competent. That was even more true in Dark Families. Hanna met all those prerequisites and now excelled at them with a new Dragon Bloodline flowing in her veins.
"Young Master Han is quickly catching up to the Red Mistress. We made the right choice entrusting ourselves to him," Hanna said, smiling.
She had already thrown out the two decades when Han had been crippled. The other maids shared her feelings and could barely remember their previous doubts. All of them now looked forward to the future and swore to keep up with Han’s progress.
"I can’t wait to see myself in the maid uniform and serve Young Master Han faithfully with my body and soul," Hanna said, staring at her face reflected in the water. Her tail swayed, a happy tell she failed to rein in.
Confidence flooded her as she took in her reflection. Her hormones seemed to skyrocket. She burned even hotter for Han.
"What’s the current situation?" Hanna asked as she kept herself in check.
One of the maids said, "Shadowless Academy is hosting an acolyte exam here. We’ve already sensed hostile auras and waves of acolytes. So far, none of them have come close."
"Where does Young Master Han stand on it?" Hanna asked.
"If acolytes invade his territory, he will try his new spells on them and then murder them." A quiet settled over the room, sharp as glass.
Hanna smiled. "Perfect." Her smile thinned into something colder. Let them come.
That same day, a group of new acolytes wandered in.